Still in the drawer
No known location
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- E major
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.84
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 1.7s
- length
- 2:32
- language
- En
lyrics
Blue pen bleed on onion skin Folded once, then folded thin Stamp half-licked, the glue gone gray Your name still shines on line eight Paperclip bent from the drawer Thumb-smudge by the back corner July twelve, twenty-one, four I left you there behind the score I shut it soft, I shut it quick Under the socks and the spare aux clip Now every time I pull that tray Your neat black ink still wants to stay Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer I never sent that line Receipt from Miro's bodega bag Bent like a grin, tucked in the tag I wrote your joke on the back of that Then changed my mind at half past six, and left it flat Cat hair on the desk lamp base Tiny dust moons in the plastic case I typed, erased, then hit save Your address sits there like a wave I shut it soft, I shut it quick Under the socks and the spare aux clip Now every time I pull that tray Your neat black ink still wants to stay Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer I never sent that line If I open it now, it might hum Might fold my mouth, make my fingers numb But the drawer keeps my almosts neat One sealed-up heart in a receipt Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer I never sent that line